he watches her
as she
doodles moons
and stars
on
the edges of
her paper.
the margins overflow
with
reminders of
space
and the
galaxy.
he wonders why
her hands
shake
when she
draws,
making the edges
of her
circles
wobbly and
imperfect.
she smiles,
her delicate lips
curving
upwards as
she closes her
notebook,
trapping the universe
between two
pieces of flimsy
cardboard.
